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Hollow Tip - 4 My Enemies lyrics
* send corrections to the typist [Hollow Tip] I spend too many days... on the street Too many nights wit heat I got my mind right, heart strong Quick on my feet, I never retreat I write my lifestyle to the beat I try to slow down But I'm in this lifestyle too deep I can't sleep unless the Hennessy's poppin' My enemy's plottin' to leave a nigga dead Wit my memory forgotten The streets is watchin' Niggas is rottin', bodies is droppin' Heats is cockin' Leavin' the "ride or die" option Don't I spend Through the spot fulla eight block men Rockin', big jewels, we got it locked in It ain't no stoppin' The way I do business wit a few killas Got to shake a few niggas to get my true skrilla But yo I'm back again Throw away gats and Henn Fly outta Sac and then Come back wit scratch and film I never scratch my Tims When shit get rough and rugby I guess the streets just love me Or only God can judge me These niggas try to mug me They think I'm sippin' bubbly But I'm just sippin' Henny Ready to leave you bloody The situation' ugly These niggas wanna slug me I'll even fuck wit the pistol And make you niggas love me [Chorus] Yo this is 4 my enemies You prayin' for me to fall I'm a ball, for nothin' but y'all, stand tall 4 my enemies [4 my enemies] Niggas payin' they bread to see me dead Put two in my head for what I said 4 my enemies [4 my enemies] You can suck my dick I'd rather die wit the four-fifth And die like a bitch 4 my enemies [4 my enemies] You'll never take me alive I'm hard to survive Ride-da-da-da-da-da [echoes out] [Hollow Tip] This is 4 my enemies I see you plottin' and grinnin' Tryna cock block the women Bust shots in my linen Stop pretendin', you hated me from the beginnin' And you still playa hatin' in the ninth innin' So I'm a break it down I never took it and don't take it now Slip in the clip Dip, hit niggas wit fatal rounds See I'm from California We hustle on the corner If I ain't ridin' wit cha My niggas ridin' on ya And that's just how it is Fuck all that coward shit These niggas gotta know it I'm on a power trip Who wanna make a move? Who got some shit to prove? Then bust your heater nigga We ain't got shit to lose I wanna get it started Come at you cold hearted I'll look you in yo eyes Empty the whole cartridge You gon' get it really I think these niggas silly Stab me in my back So they can get the skrilly My nigga light the philly And we gon' ride to city I'm comin' for that bitch nigga that ripped me Try to hit me But real niggas land on they feet Northside, North High, for life, H Street [Chorus] x 2 |
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